A small shiver chases their spine, but they cast aside the chill quickly. Each of those things they have a familiarity with in some form or another - some more intimate. “Silence” would hardly lay the Drifter low at all, now, would it? They already have poison in their blood, body, and soul.

Still, when your arsenal is limited, to lose even one skill is to be unforgivably hobbled in battle. Those drawbacks cannot be afforded.

Those inflictions are not unlike what the illness seeping in their bones can inflict, given time. What the Immortal Cell would inflict on those it wished to see suffer.

how do they fight